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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13454	Great Britaine, all in blacke for the incomparable losse of Henry, our late worthy prince / by John Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1612 (1612)	STC 23760.5; ESTC S1372	5,939	26

mournefull faces rince With brinish teares and bitter lamentation And drowne their visage with the inundation Let sighs and grones and teares this I le o're-flow And ouer-whelme our hearts with flouds of woe Let scalding sobs of this lamenting land Raise stormes and tempests vniuersall and In this confusion make the world to droope And highest hearted honor'd minds to stoope And with deploring languor hang the head For losse of him that liues and yet is dead Let Britaines gronings drowne Oake-cleauing thunder And fill the vaulty ayre with feare and wonder For hee that was the worlds admired Lampe The life of Peace of War of Court of Campe Th' expected hope of blest ensuing time Fell in his spring and dide in golden prime Thou happy I le ordain'd to haplesse crosse Thou neuer canst enough lament his losse Thy hopes and haps were neuer lesse nor more A better good or worser ill before Then was the life or death of this deere Lord No memory nor story doth record Black valiant Edward that war-breathing Prince Whose proued prowes did all France conuince And in the iawes of death his foes did quell Our Henry would haue beene his paralell Ioue Mars and sweet Adonis were combinde In Henries forme his force and Royall minde But now deaths Cloud eclips'd great Britaines Sunne His rayes extinct our springing hopes are done Yee Esculapian Doctors now giue ouer Honour is dead and neuer will recouer Your Simples are but simple and your drugges Are weake when life and death for mastrie tugges Despight your Antidotes and stone of Bezar Death kills the Catife and the mighty Keisar Your Vomits Cordials Euacuations Your Bathes and your humidious Fomentations Are forcelesse opposites 'gainst greifly death And all vnualued in exchange of breath But pardon me you famous men of Art I le not impeache your high esteem'd desart Who are ordain'd by God to keepe mens liues In health and vigor with preseruatiues We ought to honour the Phisition still And hold in reuerence his admired skill But yet if you by wit by Art or Nature Had had preseruing power to saue a creature You should haue shew'd it in his preseruation Who was the life and soule of this sad Nation But ther 's no power externall nor internall That can resist his will that is Supernall Who rules and raignes aboue the azur'd skies And all things sees with his all-searching eyes From his omnipotent Maiesticke Seate He saw the sinne of man was growne so great That he audaciously dares spurne 'gainst Heau'n And therefore from vs hath this Prince bereau'n Depriuing him of a Terrestriall Throne Exchanging it for an Immortall one Where Kings and Princes Saints and Martyrs sings Continuall Anthemes to the King of Kings Thus God accounting him too good for Earth Hath giuen his Soule a glorious second birth And as his state and vertues heere were great Hee 's greater now in his triumphant Seat In that blest Kingdome of eternall rest Where he for euer liues among the blest Great Brittaine thinke not but Almighty God Doth threaten Vengeance with his awfull Rod And that from vs this Prince he hath bereft Before he drawes his sinne-consuming Shaft He takes the good to his great Mercies dome And leaues the wicked till his vengeance come BVt all our hopes are yet not in dispaire For though the heau'ns containe great Britaines heire As knowing Earth vnworthy such a gemme Yet are there branches of that Royall stemme That till the consummation of all things I hope shall be this Ilands Queenes and Kings In true succession alwaies to perseuer To Rule and raigne for euer and for euer Not onely heere where pompe is transitory But in the heauens in neuer ending glory Vnto which praier with heart with tongue and pen Let all that loue saluation say Amen FINIS Iohn Taylor Epitaph LIu's there a heart that could not riue in sunder To see what all-deuouring Death hath donne Vnto that lou'ly Maiesties Great Sonne Whose stately Corpes lies heere enclosed vnder His fame that whilom like Iehouahs Thunder Was mounted on the Aires all-filling Winde Agreeing well with his Heroick minde Who Comet-like made all the world to wonder Lo what Grim Death vntimely hath destroid Curst be the Planet gouern'd at his Birth Who Traitor-like conspir'd to rob the earth Of such a hope as neuer men enioy'd O could our teares or bloods recall this doome Millions would wash thee from thy Marble Toome Ri Leigh Lament Heu heu mortuis Lachrymae non prosunt To the publique Reader IN hast thus I now confesse these following Poemes were of my making but I was condemn'd to be prest before I would confesse They are few I would there had beene none the good subiect too soone offered the ill occasion Heauens pleasure still put before Had I determined them for publique view there had bene more but being so little I hope it cannot offend much 't is more healthfull to rise vnsated then too much gorg'd especially at a funerall banquet I professe diuinitie but no teacher therefore I write not diuinely the florishes of high stil'd Poesie I likewise hold vnfit for so familiar a Christian subiect therfore I forsake that onely in a smooth and low-bred method I haue couch't these few verses in mine own iudgement most proper if it be not so iudge you otherwise they are vnpolish'd I haue no time to correct them read them the more distinctly that will somewhat better them how euer take them If they dislike thee I much care not since they haue in priuate pleas'd some good ones and ther 's one whisper'd euen now in mine eare and told me Male opinentur de te homines sed mali William Rowley To Prince CHARLES PArdon dread Prince that I omit thy praise Amongst these driery sad and funerall layes In stead of praise I 'le pray stand noble Stem Successor to a foure-fold Diadem And may the Chronicle of thy great Name Triple old Nestor take thy Brothers Fame His Honors titles Vertues and renowne And multiplie their lustre with thine owne ' Boue all take this may thy Age neuer see An Epicedion insculp't for thee When e're thou front thy foes let thy Fate runne In Caesars line that neuer fought but wonne Inherit all his glories not his fall Heauen shield thee from the Romane Capitall Whilst I haue breath thus shall my duty sing Be long a Prince before thou be a King But being thron'd thy Raigne haue ending neuer Long Crown'd with Gold then with Stars for euer To Griefe GRiefe giue me leaue now to dis-bosome thee Since all in vaine I keepe thee in my brest Let some in smokie sighes condensed bee And with the winds be hurried in vnrest But then diuide that part in moisture lyes Let halfe fall from my pen halfe from mine eyes To Life VVHy didst thou leaue a house so faire so sweet Earth has no more such earth to lodge thee in Such a Tent Royall such a Royall seat As if thou neuer should'st haue weary bin Shall I say life vnkind to leaue vs so O hadst thou stay'd but to be bidden goe If honour could haue won thee thou wert right If youth thou had'st a louely mansion If Beauty mixture of the Roses might That kept all Britaine in an vnion Could none of this pardon I had forgot Thou flie'st to Heauen 'cause we deseru'd thee not To Death THou great Monopolist that all the world Engrosest to thy selfe wilt thou spare none Shall still thy mortall Iauelings forth be hurld VVith careles flight a million for one Thou might'st haue had but Tyrant thou didst know To wound foure Kingdomes at one deadly blow Thou might'st haue had a sacrifice of teares To stay thy cruell dart the blow to breake So many Seas to buy so many yeares VVhen sicknes first did thy first sommons speake O when that fearefull blaze gan first to flye I knew a loyall subiect by his eye To Death Foe to thy selfe rash foole had hee liu'd still Thou might'st haue march't with him into the field And by his Royall side sated thy fill Gods foes and his falling before his shield And being done with triumphes in thy sting Thou hast depos'd a Prince to crowne him King To the Graue VNclaspe thy wombe thou mortuary shrine And take the worst part of the best we had Thou hast no harborage for things diuine That thou had'st any part was yet too bad Graues for the graue are fit vnfit for thee Was our sweet branche of youthfull Royalty Thou must restore each Atom backe againe When that day comes that stands beyond all night His fame meane while shall here on earth remaine Loe thus we haue diuided our delight Heau'n keepes his spirit stel'd amongst the Iust We keepe his memory and thou his dust An Epitaph DId he dye young oh no it could not be For I know few that liu'd so long but he Till God and all men lou'd him then be bold That man that liues so long must needs be old To N●●●●●● IN Brazen records shall thy Fift day stand Bad Scholler was the sixt to learne to spill What once the Fift had sau'd yet heauens command Both wrought one good the other we say ill When life had six daies labor'd in his brest He kept his Saboth and lay downe and rest To S. Iamses STand like the ruynes of old Ilion Loose thy canoniz'd name in our complaint Be no more Iames for wee 'l adore but one Who long must be a King at length a Saint Be now cal'd nothing but a heape of stone Thy good name 's lost for why thy Saint is gone To the King THou Royall Tree from whence the Roses spring Vnder thy shades may Britaine euer sing Right great and good shew now thy Royall might Though thy top branche be lop't still grow vpright Vnder thy greefe Britiane lyes sicke in paine But when thou ioy'st they 'l all sit vp againe FINIS